I’m pushing myself into the garage on a hunt for a missing external hard drive that I believe contains more than 2000 songs I’ve lost to an OS upgrade.
First, I noticed the Amy Rigby was gone. Then The Roots. Richard Smallwood no longer moved Jesus to the center of his joy, and I was crushed to realize I couldn’t restore these songs without this external drive I can’t remember holding in my hand even once. I don’t know what it looks like, yet it has become everything to me.
While unpacking boxes during my closet search, I found the iron from two moves ago. Still packed in a box. From two moves ago. I also unearthed a writing exercise from one of my Julia Cameron books and was so impressed with myself, I transcribed its longhand into a digital blog post. Then, you know, realized that very private thoughts should remain very private thoughts no matter how witty and intellectually self-deprecating. David Sedaris can breathe easy for another decade or so without my published insanity crowding out his store display.
I found old photos of The Older Ones I’d forgotten ever existed. When did Jon Alex play soccer? Jordan wore her hair in braids? I don’t remember JA having baby teeth!
The external hard drive is officially missing. It will take me months even after a financial windfall to replace the lost music and, for that, I am very sad. I’ve lost many material things over the past few months, some to negligence, some to misfortune. That one hurts the most. I hope it turns up in the most unexpected of places. Yes, I’ve checked my sock drawer. And the magic night stand. It’s gone. For now.
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Did you know that I’m in love with David Sedaris? I am currently reading ‘Me talk pretty one day’…I’m hopelessly in love, for real.
I was reading your post and until I saw the word ‘iron’, I was very much big-eyed and duh-looking. External hard drives and this OS upgrade thing had me searching the corridors of my brain for some kind of meaning. I didn’t find it.
But I think it was much like rummaging through your garage, so I can really relate.
Christine is dying for you to read Call it a Souvenir
That’s one of the main criticisms of my blog from outsiders: visitors surf through and can’t figure out what’s going on because I don’t explain it all in every post. I should have explained: an external hard drive is extra storage for your computer. OS is operating system. When Q upgraded my laptop from Windows xxx to Windows 7 for my birthday, he transferred all my music and stuff to an external hard drive in case I lost any data. I lost data. Can’t find the hard drive. Now bummed.
I haven’t completely given up, but it’s less search and rescue now than it is body recovery.
Ha! Body recovery I know about. I can always count on a giggle when I visit, that’s something else I know.
I have an inkling that most people online don’t need easy tech stuff all spelled out for them. And you’d think since I’m blogging and am capable of managing email and some other stuff, I’d know what the simple things meant. I’m learning. Thanks for the info, now I’m clued in.
A little.
Christine is dying for you to read Call it a Souvenir
I don’t know. i find publishing my insanity to be very satisfying somehow,,,,check the shelf of the coat closet.
Motpg is dying for you to read U R GoundedMs G The Wisdom of Mothers
I’m not a big fan of Richard Smallwood or gospel music in general but I LOVE Smallwood’s “Total Praise”. Very uplifting song.
Here’s hoping the hard drive will magically reappear.
Well? DID YOU FIND IT?! You know I would not all-caps it unless I totally needed to know.
Flood is dying for you to read Doodle
Sadly, no. I’m still sad about it. I don’t even remember what it looks like. Q gave it to me for my birthday, did the file transfer for me, and that’s the last I saw of it.